by Kit | Jun 15, 2017 | On Living, On Parenting, On Writing, Reasons to Believe, Worthy of Praise
Aglint of gold caught my eye, something shiny tucked down in the shag carpet of our guest room-slash-office. Aha! A thin necklace belonging to our oldest daughter (the married one), proof that for several days prior our house had twittered with the happy bedlam of an...
by Kit | Jun 3, 2017 | On Empty-Nesting, On Living, On Parenting, Think About these Things
It’s half past seven on her last morning of high school. Our raven-haired woman-girl, who the good Lord brought through fiery trial, will graduate with her peers after all. Today when she bolts across our front threshold, she’ll etch a tombstone for our...
by Kit | May 14, 2017 | On Parenting, Whatever is Lovely
Raising kids is as simple, or as hard, as cooking perfect eggs. When Sean was five he said he’d take a raincheck on my scrambled eggs until I could make them like Grandma Doris. Hers were soft. Moist. Fluffy. Mine, far less magical. I tried again and again to...
by Kit | Aug 26, 2016 | On Living, On Mission, On Parenting, Reasons to Believe
[This post first appeared at AnotherBrokenHallelujah.com on December 3, 2014.] When I said “Come sit on the bed,” she just planted her legs straight like prison bars and asked why. I patted the comforter next to me and mustered up my best impression of a mother...
by Kit | Oct 12, 2015 | On Living, On Parenting, Whatever is Lovely
It must be recess time across the orchards at Maple Elementary, ‘cuz right now, waiting for you, Olivia, sounds a lot like a mingle of children’s hoops and hollers floating through the window screen. I’m in your parents’ master bedroom...
by Kit | Sep 10, 2015 | On Living, On Parenting, Reasons to Believe, Think About these Things
Motion Sickness = A feeling of unease caused by movement and its relationship to our natural sense of balance. To look up, you’d never know it. The wonderlands, the wide open spaces of summer are shuttering for the season. Mornings of surprise visitors and spontaneous...
